Back flip

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You turn around with you back towards the pool move to the edge and take a deep breath.
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The afternoon sun glints off the chlorinated water as you pivot, feeling the rough concrete beneath your bare feet. The shouts from your friends—"Do it, Jake!"—echo against the pool tiles as you square your shoulders toward the deep end. Your heartbeat thrums in your ears as you inhale sharply, the scent of sunscreen mixing with chlorine.  
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‘Woohoo go jake !’ The guys cheer
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You crouch, muscles coiled, then explode backward off the edge—legs tucked, spine arching into the flip. But the world tilts wrong. A split-second miscalculation. The pool's edge rushes up, unforgiving.
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‘you can do it !!
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You bend your knees and prepare yourself , you push you body off the ground trusting your body into the air backwards , tucking you legs in a flip around, but u have misjudged the distance from the edge of the pool. In mid air the last thing you see the the edge of the pool and your face hurtling towards it ! Then bang !! And slash !! The sound of Stacy screaming and a flash of red is the last things you remember before it all goes black that and the pain the excusating pain in your head.  
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CRACK.  
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Stacy and her brothers scream as the water in the pool begins tuning red and your lifeless body floats to the surface of the pool.  
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A white-hot burst behind your eyes. The screams—Stacy's shrill, her brothers' deeper—sound distant as your vision tunnels. Water sloshes crimson around you. Someone's shouting for a phone, for help, but the words blur. Your limbs won't respond. The last thing you register is the sting of water in your nostrils before darkness swallows everything.  
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You have cracked you skull wide open and the  blow to the head has instantly killed you
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You die.  
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You died. The end
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The end
[[ category: gay adventures]]
[[ category: gay adventures]]

Revision as of 01:53, 2 February 2026

The afternoon sun glints off the chlorinated water as you pivot, feeling the rough concrete beneath your bare feet. The shouts from your friends—"Do it, Jake!"—echo against the pool tiles as you square your shoulders toward the deep end. Your heartbeat thrums in your ears as you inhale sharply, the scent of sunscreen mixing with chlorine.

You crouch, muscles coiled, then explode backward off the edge—legs tucked, spine arching into the flip. But the world tilts wrong. A split-second miscalculation. The pool's edge rushes up, unforgiving.

CRACK.

A white-hot burst behind your eyes. The screams—Stacy's shrill, her brothers' deeper—sound distant as your vision tunnels. Water sloshes crimson around you. Someone's shouting for a phone, for help, but the words blur. Your limbs won't respond. The last thing you register is the sting of water in your nostrils before darkness swallows everything.

You die.

The end

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